RELATIONSHIPS IN RUTWELL FOREST

By Kthanid

With input from SerenaSavage

Chapter 3: The Cure

“Oh Cleo,” Serena called as she and Martin reached Cleo’s tree. “Are you in?”

“Yes!” Cleo Cattrah called out. “Come in!”

“You wait here, I’ll be right back,” Serena said as she ran her finger under Martin’s chin. “Be a good little mink and you’ll get that special treat.”

Serena hurried inside while Martin paced outside like a caged panther. Cleo looked up from where she had been tidying up after Martin’s visit. She had put on a fresh toga and cleaned herself up as well.

“Cleo, come here,” Serena whispered urgently.

“Did you find Martin?” Cleo asked as she came over.

“Yes, he’s just outside.”

“How is he?” Cleo asked.

“I noticed the strangest thing,” Serena said quickly. “He’s basically like Willowmeena was and Willowmeena was like he was. It was like they’d switched personalities or something.”

“Oh dear...” Cleo said in a worried tone as she rushed over to a large book.

Serena followed her and peered over the Sorceress she-cat’s shoulder at the strange writing’s as she flipped through the pages. She scanned one page and sighed disappointedly.

“Drat!” Cleo said. “I have to learn to read these things more thoroughly. I thought the spell would bolster a weak character trait...But it says here that it transfers a stronger trait to replace the weaker one. Willowmeena must have been nearby when I cast the spell.”

“We can’t keep him waiting too long,” Serena reminded Cleo urgently. “He may get skeptical. Do you have a reverse of the spell, or what?”

“Here it is...Oh dear. We have to have Willowmeena here as well for the reversure to work.”

“I can keep Martin occupied here while you go and get Willowmeena,” Serena volunteered.

“Do you know where she’s at?”

“She was at Olivia’s...But she ran away. I was trying to teach Martin a lesson but it turned around and smacked me in the face.”

The door to Cleo’s home suddenly burst open and Martin strode boldly into the room.

“HIYA KITTY’S!” He said loudly with a broad, lusty grin on his face.

Recovering from her surprise, Serena whispered to Cleo, “You find Willowmeena. I’ll keep him busy.”

“Hi Martin. I’ll be right back,” Cleo said quickly.

Cleo gestured in the air and vanished in a cloud of pink smoke and green sparkles. Serena blinked in wonderment, but recovered quickly. She walked up to Martin.

“Well, while she’s away, shall I give you a little preview of what you’re going to get when she returns?”

“You said I could play with two kitties,” Martin said in a disappointed tone.

“She’ll be right back,” Serena purred seductively. “I promise.”

“So what are we going to do in the mean time?” Martin asked with a sly grin.

“Well, let’s see. We could do any number of things....”

“Let’s screw!”

Martin dropped his pants. His Minkhood stood out long, hard and throbbing. His eyes shone with a wild lust. His lush tail swished through the air behind him like a predatory cat preparing to pounce.

“Mmmm Someone’s happy to see me,” Serena observed.

Serena felt conflicting emotions as she observed Martin. She felt at once aroused and a little afraid. Martin took a step toward her.

“Why don’t you sit down,” Serena suggested quickly. “And I’ll strip for you.”

Martin paused, he seemed to wrestle with the choice. In the end, however, he pulled up a chair and glued his eyes on Serena.

“Good boy,” Serena smirked.

She giggled and began to move. Her supple arms caressed her thighs and hips, moving up to brush lightly over her breasts. All the while her hips swayed hypnotically. She cupped her hands over her breasts, a teasing smile on her lips. Martin watched in rapt fascination, a drop of saliva falling from his muzzle. Serena rubbed her hands over her nipples then took her hands away from her breasts, letting Martin ogle her lovely mounds as they strained against the fabric or her shirt, her aroused nipples stood out prominently.

Serena reached down and unsnapped her shorts. Martin’s eyes followed her fingers as she slowly unzipped her pants. She rocked and swayed her hips as she opened fly on her shorts, stopping just short of her intimate treasures. Martin panted softly and absently began stroking his shaft. Serena smirked and once more turned away from Martin. She shifted so that her long hair did not cover her rump. She slowly lowered her shorts, revealing her magnificent backside, which she wiggled tantalizingly at her audience. She looked back over her shoulder at Martin with a seductive smile. Martin whimpered softly as he continued stroking himself, his eyes riveted on Serena’s lovely ass.

Serena turned to face him once more, her hands covering her nether regions. She walked slowly toward him. Martin was panting and drooling as Serena put her hands on his shoulders and sat straddling his lap, rubbing her Venus mons up against his minkhood. Martin took her by the shoulders and planted his mouth over hers, kissing her deeply, passionately and urgently. Serena returned his kiss as she humped her mound against his throbbing shaft. Martin caressed up and down her back, one hand seeking out her “spot” at the base of her tail. Serena began to purr softly as her arousal grew. Martin rubbed his shaft against her mons. He licked urgently at her muzzle and under her chin.

“How much do you like me?” Serena asked him suddenly.

“I love you Serena,” Martin panted breathlessly. “I want you...I want you so badly....”

He licked and then nipped her neck. Serena kissed him deeply. Martin suddenly leaned forward off the chair. He fell to his knees then lay them on the floor. He raised his hips, positioning his turgid shaft against the entrance of her cunny.

“Would it help if I said I loved you too,” Serena asked.

Martin nodded, but Serena looked into his eyes. She saw only a wild unbridled lust there. No where was the tender, loving, gentle mink she loved.

Oh please hurry, Cleo, She thought to herself.

Martin pushed his shaft deep into Serena’s love tunnel, a low growl rumbling in the back of his throat. Serena arched her neck and groaned as her cunny was filled with his hard hot flesh. Martin began thrusting hard and fast. Reaching back, he hooked an arm under each of her legs, raising her hips off the floor and letting him thrust deeper and harder. Serena panted and moaned loudly as Martin’s balls slapped against her rump with each thrust.

“Oh yeah,” Martin grunted as he thrust harder and faster. “That’s it...Hot...Tight kitty pussy!”

Serena’s claws dug furrows in the wooden floor. Martin’s thrusting became almost frenzied. Serena felt the tingling explode in her belly and radiate through her legs and lower body. Her cunny gripped Martin’s shaft, sending the mink over the edge as well. Martin threw back his head growling softly and he drove deep into her and held himself there as his hot, creamy seed splashed into her body. He grunted softly as the spasms slowly ebbed.

“Like that, did you?” he panted.

Serena raised herself up on her elbows.

“It was a little rough, you know,” She panted. “But it was good.”

Martin grinned broadly, obviously pleased with himself. He rolled Serena over onto her belly. Serena looked back over her shoulder, a contemptuous look on her face.

“But the real Martin was better,” she said with a wry grin. “He lasted longer, too.

Martin growled softly and lifted her to her knees.

“I’ll show you what it’s like with a REAL mink,” Martin growled with just a hint of menace to it.

“Oh I can hardly wait,” Serena smirked sarcastically.

Martin leaned down and nipped the base of her tail then began licking at it. In spite of herself, Serena began to purr as her ‘spot’ triggered her arousal once more. He nibbled and licked her ‘spot’ mercilessly while his hands caressed her rump and thighs. Serena tried to stifle a moan, cursing her inability to control her reactions. Martin ran a finger through her slit, rubbing their combined love juices that leaked from her kitten hole.

“Now, where would kitty like it?” Martin asked with low chuckle.

He rubbed his cum slicked finger in little circles around her tailpipe. Serena’s blood turned to ice.

“N-not there!” She said quickly, a note of panic in her voice. “That hole is off limits!”

“Awww,” Martin said in a disappointed tone as he rubbed the base of her tail. “Well then, I guess we’ll just have to make kitty cum this way....”

Martin moved up behind her and thrust roughly into her love tunnel. Serena groaned and panted as Martin once again began to thrust hard and fast. He gripped her shoulders roughly, pulling himself harder and deeper into her. Serena threw her head back and moaned loudly. She gritted her teeth as martin’s pace and force continued to increase.

“Who wants...Her pussy...Filled?” Martin grunted.

Serena moaned and whimpered.

“Come on...Little kitty...Who wants her...her tight little cunny...filled with...long...hard... Mink?!”

Serena could only moan as the tingles grew within her sex.

“You wanna cum, don’t you?” Martin grunted

Serena panted and nodded her head.

“You wanna cum hard?”

Serena moaned loudly and shook her head ‘yes’.

“You love this, don’t you?”

“T-too...Too rough,” Serena groaned.

“Cum little kitty,” Martin growled passionately. “Cum for Martin...Cum hard!”

Martin’s thrusting became frenzied, his hips slapping up against Serena’s rump. Serena threw her head back, her breasts bouncing forward as she teetered on the brink of ecstasy. Martin became all grunts and growls as he maintained his pace. Serena felt the contractions in her belly begin and the tingly flood through her lower body. She groaned out loud, clawing at the floor as she rode the waves of pleasure that washed through her.

Martin continued to piston his lovers tool in Serena’s cunny. Her love tunnel gripped his shaft. He felt his balls clench. He pulled out of Serena’s pussy and shot gush after gush of his seed to splash on her rump. The pair panted hard as they recovered from their mating. Serena found her voice first.

“That was rough,” She frowned.

“You still came,” Martin panted.

“It was not as much fun as the real Martin made it!”

Martin crawled around in front of her and took her by the shoulders.

“But you didn’t have to wait for me to work up the courage,” He said before kissing her deeply. “I know what I want.”

“Well what if I liked the wait?”

“You couldn’t,” Martin said confidently as he began to lick at her throat. “That’s why everyone always took advantage of Martin. They didn’t like the wait...Knew he couldn’t tell them no...Knew he wouldn’t do anything if he got jealous....”

“You know better than anyone I’m not like them,” Serena protested. “And when did you get jealous?”

“Of Randy...He has his pick of any fur in the forest but he had to mate with you too. And Beuford and his stupid ‘bail’...And Fettish...Fettish of all furs! Hmmm...That reminds me...I still owe him.”

“Owe him what?”

“A tail kicking,” Martin said flatly.

“Don’t tell me you got Beuford too?” Serena asked, a cold chill running down her spine.

“Not yet,” Martin said.

“If I were you I wouldn’t do anything that stupid,” Serena scolded. “He’s the law in Rutwell and he could bust you for assault. And I wouldn’t be there to bail you out if you ever pulled a stupid stunt like that.”

“But...You love me,” Martin said, looking suddenly confused.

“I’d let you sit there and think about your mistake before I’d even try.”

“I found her!” Cleo announced as she dragged the nervous looking Willowmeena through the doorway.

Martin grinned lecherously as he got to his feet. His flaccid minkhood swelled and rose in anticipation. Willowmeena, clutched at Cleo as her very full bladder emptied its contents to soak her panties and dress, run down her legs and pool about her and Cleo’s feet on the floor.

Serena grabbed Martin’s tail as he tried to move toward the frightened wolverine.

“If you love me,” Serena asked the amorous mink. “Then why are you screwing all the lady-furs in Rutwell?”

“Because for the first time, I’m in charge,” Martin grinned as he tried to get at Willowmeena.

Serena held on tight, but Martin was inching closer to his goal. Cleo, having stepped to one side of Willowmeena’s ‘accident’, Gestured with her fingers. Green sparkles danced in the air around her hands.

“Iptha...Zlipeze...MORPHEUS!”

Martin groaned as his eyes drooped. He yawned and dropped to the floor. Cleo looked at her hand in disbelief.

“Hey!” She exclaimed in surprise. “It worked!”

Serena knelt down and rolled Martin onto his back. He snored loudly with a pleasant smile on his lips. Yet even asleep, his Minkhood stood proudly at attention.

“Thank you, Cleo,” Serena said as she grabbed Martin’s clothes and started to dress him.

“Oh we aren’t done yet,” Cleo said. “All I did was put him to sleep. To cast the spell I need a... ‘special’...component.”

“What about Willowmeena?” Serena asked.

The most feared and sex-crazed denizen of Rutwell Forest stood shivering in a puddle of her own urine, staring apprehensively at the sleeping Martin.

“H-he was going to...With his...His thingy!” Willowmeena whimpered.

“It’s okay,” Serena said, smiling warmly to reassure Willowmeena. “He’s asleep.”

“I kinda like her like this,” Cleo said.

“I know,” Serena said. “But what about Martin? Do you want him to continue being sex-crazed?”

“Hmmm...No, I don’t think I could get used to that,” Cleo agreed.

“How do we counter the spell?”

“Okay, I have to know how you feel about Martin,” Cleo said, her tone turning serious. “Be honest, it’s important.”

Serena grew silent. She looked down at Martin’s sleeping form. She saw the kindness and sweet innocence she loved in his face as he slept.

“I love him,” she said quietly. “I cherish him very much.”

“Then you have to provide the component I need,” Cleo said.

“What do I have to do?”

“I need a sample of your...ummm...Passion,” Cleo said, blushing slightly. “It has to be an untainted sample and it has to be fresh.”

“I don’t understand,” Serena said.

“I ummm....I need you to cum.”

“You mean...play with myself?”

“No, Self gratification won’t work,” Cleo explained. “It has to be an act of love…In this case, your love for Martin. Since I don’t think we’d get a clean sample if we woke up Martin...I... I can help...If you want.”

Serena looked at Martin then back up to Cleo.

“That would be nice,” She said.

“Okay, you clean up and I’ll deal with our other guest.”

Serena located a washbasin and cleaned up. She heard Cleo chant her sleep spell and then a soggy thump as Willowmeena collapsed in blissful sleep. Serena returned as Cleo set a small bowl on the table and beckoned her near. She stood in front of Serena and let her toga slip to the floor. Serena blushed slightly, a little uncomfortable with being intimate with another female. She reminded herself that it was all for Martin and relaxed a little. Cleo looked into Serena’s eyes, her calm, clear gaze relaxing Serena a little more.

“Now close your eyes and clear your mind,” Cleo instructed. “Think only of Martin. Remember him with your heart.”

Without hesitation, Serena did as she was told. She recalled her first day in Rutwell Forest...how she met Martin and they had mated, her first mating, in the clearing. She recalled his tender shyness and gentle touch...the little thrill she felt each time they kissed. She recalled the warmth of his body against hers as they slept...The sweet way he strove to behave as gentlefur...The cute, nervous looks when she would catch him looking at her appreciatively.

Serena felt a gentle kiss upon her lips and a light feathery caress over her shoulders that traced slowly down over her breasts. She smiled and began to purr, recalling Martin’s light, hesitant touch. She felt a movement around behind her and a pair of arms hug her snugly just below her breasts. Her thoughts were only of Martin as she felt a soft nuzzling at the cheek. A pair of hands...Martin’s hands gently cupped her breasts and caressed and squeezed them.

“Serena...” Martin’s voice whispered in her ear.

“Martin,” Serena moaned softly.

She felt her nipples being circled and teased and a soft licking at her throat. One hand caressed lightly and slowly down her belly. The caressing paused just shy of her mound, as if waiting for her consent.

“So soft,” Martin’s voice whispered in her ear. “So nice, Serena”

“Oh yes, Martin,” Serena sighed, completely lost in her heart’s belief that Martin was with her. “I love you so much, Martin.”

She felt soft kisses trailing down her back, both hands caressing over her thighs.

“Please touch me, Martin,” Serena pleaded.

She felt a nuzzling at her ‘spot’, gentle and loving. Her arousal increased tenfold. Her body writhed of its own accord, enhancing the sensations of her lovers touch. The hands caressed to her inner thighs, slowly inching upward. Fingers danced teasingly and feather light over her mons, tickling the light fur there.

“Oh yes,” Serena moaned and purred. “Martin, you know just how I like it!”

She felt a licking at the base of her tail as the fingers gently spread open her outer labia and lightly brushed over her clitoris, sending a shiver the length of her spine.

“Oh yes, Martin...Taste me, please....”

She felt movement around to her front, and then a soft, slow lick caressed her clit. The tingling ignited within her sex. She felt her outer lips spread wider and the caressing tongue move down through her soft inner folds. The tingling grew quickly within her, somehow stronger and more intense than she had felt in a long time...since she had mated with Martin for the first time. She moaned and whimpered as the sensation grew within her.

“Gonna...Cum...” Serena managed to groan through her rising and intense pleasure.

Cleo snatched the small bowl from the table and held it under the entrance to Serena’s love tunnel as she gently massaged her there.

“Cum for me, Serena,” Cleo said softly and gently in a perfect imitation of Martin’s voice.

Serena’s juices flowed freely from her cunny as Serena’s body arched backwards. Serena moaned softly as her body trembled with intense pleasure.

Cleo waited until Serena’s climax had passed, then quickly got up and rushed over to her book. Serena relaxed and opened her eyes. She was quite surprised to see Martin asleep, until she remembered what had transpired. She went over to Martin and knelt down by him, laying his head in her lap. She looked over at Cleo who chanted softly and passed her hand over the small bowl. She dipped her fingers in. When she took her fingers out of the bowl, they were coated with a red glow that Serena thought familiar. She suddenly realized that the glow was the same as the aura energy she had seen around Horny and Joy when she had communed with the spirit of The Rock a while back.

Cleo went over to Willowmeena, chanted a few words softly and touched her glowing fingers to the Wolverines forehead. The glow on her fingers seemed to be absorbed by Willowmeena. Cleo then re-dipped her fingers. She then came over to Martin and repeated the procedure. Serena stroked Martin’s hair as she and Cleo waited expectantly. After a couple moments, a silvery orb rose from Willowmeena’s body. A moment later a similar orb rose from Martin’s body. The orbs zipped across the room and entered the pair Willowmeena’s into Martin and Martin’s into Willowmeena.

“That should do it,” Cleo announced.

Serena smiled and continued to caress Martin’s hair. Cleo looked into the bowl and stirred the leftover glowing passion. A mischievous smile grew on her lips.

“Y’know...We have a little passion left over,” She said.

“What do we do with it?” Serena asked.

“Oh, this....”

Cleo reached over and touched her glow coated fingers to Serena’s chest. Serena felt herself suddenly in the grip of and intense orgasm that seemed to go on and on. She moaned passionately as the feeling saturated every part of her body. At length the sensation slowly ebbed. Serena trembled and panted as she came down, throwing Cleo a shocked look.

“I just hate to see good passion go to waste,” Cleo giggled. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“No,” Serena panted, her look of shock melting into a smile. “Not at all. Wh-when will Martin wake up?”

“You should let him rest,” Cleo said. “How long depends on how tired his recent activities would normally make him. If you like, I can have one of my chairs take you home.”

“That’s all right, Cleo,” Serena said. “I can carry him home.”

Serena and Cleo dressed, then Serena dressed martin before picking him up and easing him over her shoulder. Cleo, meanwhile, wrestled Willowmeena up into one of her chairs and instructed it to take the wolverine home. Serena watched as the chair ambled out the door.

“Thank you, Cleo,” She said, tearing her gaze away from the animate chair.

“I’m sorry I caused so much trouble,” Cleo said. “I was only trying to help.”

“It’s all right.”

Serena said good-bye to Cleo and headed for home.

to be continued.